Speck
think not
this
for this
is not
a present thing
a sustained state
of being
no matter what
your watch says
or the potions promise
or the dance of endorphins in your head
the day will come
despite the unfinished crumb
you can gather all the intelligence
across seven continents
read every word
in the Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève
push your body past the sea
of Galilee
find your inner peace
at Everest
that golden moment
at the pond
maybe love
token or not
your journey
your voyage
your quest
over air, rail or sea
ends somewhere
in the desert sole
a speck
that once walked
the sands
mirrored shore to shore
a shadow there
the length of it
dialed toward the sun
the silver spoon of the moon
TL